Mage Joan

When Joan thought about it, he still couldn't get through the hurdle in his heart, so he could only find a compromise excuse for himself to seek psychological comfort:

"Slaves are expensive, and I am not rich. Let's save some money. When the money is in hand, it is not too late to consider buying slaves."

After absent-minded breakfast, Joanne returned to his bedroom and sat in front of the desk, his hands resting his head in contemplation.

It’s illegal to use death row as an experiment, but you can’t bear to buy slaves for experiment.

Joan thought about it, but in the end there was no other way but to gritt his teeth and decided to experiment with himself!

"Aphasia" is no different than other spells, and the damage to the victim is permanent! Joan is a quiet man, but he doesn't want to be dumb forever.

For safety reasons, before experimenting with himself, he made some adjustments to the spell configuration of "Aphasia" to reduce the negative energy output quota to 15 under normal circumstances.

In this way, the "Aphasia" is actually reduced to a 1st-level spell. After the spell is successfully cast, it can still cause a "dumb" effect, but it cannot last forever.

After repeated calculations, Joan predicts that the weakened version of "Aphasia" can only make the subject unable to speak within 6 hours at a time, after which the damaged vocal cords will automatically recover and restore their ability to speak normally.

In order to avoid accidents, Joan also prepared an insurance in addition to the paper calculations. Summon "God's Tears" before casting a spell, soak in a teacup to create a healing potion.

This kind of potion can't lift the "aphasia", but it can accelerate the healing of the injured vocal cords and avoid falling sequelae.

With all the preparations he could think of, Joan took out a small piece of black agate and began casting spells.

The black agate resting on the palm trembles slightly, and glows strangely under the sunlight obliquely shining through the window. Just three short bars of the spell, Joan stuttered recitingly, tense with cold sweat.

Since he was exposed to arcane art, he has never been so fearful as at this moment. In the end, with the willpower as strong as steel, he forced himself to sing the last start spell of "Aphasia".

"Nucumna!"

This mantra symbolizing "weakening and crippling" was the last sentence Joan said. Then the black agate in his hand burst into bursts, and the cold negative energy was extracted from the magic net and poured into it mercilessly. His throat.

Joan held his breath, set aside all distractions, and concentrated on feeling the throat changes. The first second of negative energy invading his body, he felt his throat burned like a red iron. The sudden pain caused him to open his mouth and shouted, but in vain opened his mouth, but only made a sentence of "erh" sound, low voice, reminding him of the goblin that used to be his experiment.

After a brief burning pain, followed by cold, the indescribable chill attached to Joan’s throat, making his “vocal cords” stiff, like a piece of rubber paste that had lost its elasticity, and could no longer feel the airflow changes as before. The corresponding tremor.

Joan tried to speak, but unexpectedly, he couldn't even pronounce the simplest word.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly to confirm that his breathing function was not affected. After taking the tea cup and drinking, the swallowing function was normal.

Qiao An spreads out the experiment logbook, writes down the case, and records in detail the physiological and psychological changes before and after he suffered "aphasia".

After spending more than half an hour writing the experiment log, Joan dropped the quill pen and got up to move. Walking to the mirror, looking at the reflection in the mirror, there was no trauma in the larynx, and there was no abnormal swelling.

Joan pressed his throat and opened his mouth to try to make a sound. The airflow in the lung cavity whistled out of the mouth through the trachea, but could not cause the vocal cords to vibrate.

Joan couldn't dissect his throat, and he couldn't see the sign of the vocal cords being eroded by negative energy. From the personal feelings, it seemed that there was a piece of tape stuck to the inside of the throat, which was a little uncomfortable, but It does not hinder daily life much, it is probably only a psychological effect.

Joan looked at the reflection in the mirror and recalled that when he experimented with roosters and goblins before, he also dissected the body of the experimental body. The vocal cords had been dehydrated and lost elasticity, like a layer of dry dead skin. At this moment, does your own vocal cord also show **** characteristics?

Thinking about it, I have greatly weakened the power of "Aphasia" and reduced it to 1 ring spell. If the theoretical calculation is correct, my vocal cords are only temporarily stiff at the moment, just like a frozen by the low temperature. "Rubber band", with the passage of time, the temperature gradually rises, and the elasticity can be restored after thawing, which should not cause permanent damage.

However, in theory, the calculation on paper is one thing, and it is difficult to guarantee that accidents will not occur in actual operation. Joan couldn't help but think about the bad things, what if he was really dumb if he messed up?

These pessimistic thoughts swelled uncontrollably in his mind, causing him to panic and unable to calm down for a long time.

Joan turned back to his desk and drank the healing potion in his cup at a stretch. Although his throat symptoms did not improve significantly, he received some psychological comfort and his panic gradually subsided.

From early morning until noon, Joan shut himself in the bedroom, unconsciously reading a book, but also quietly delving into spells, simply lying on the bed with his eyes closed to refresh himself, counting the time in minutes and seconds.

A ringing bell came from the kitchen downstairs, and Mrs. Anderson greeted him downstairs for lunch.

Joan made a "trick" to check the current time. It was found that it was already past 11 o'clock, and it had been four hours since he cast a mute, but his throat symptoms did not improve at all, and he couldn't say a word.

After drinking a cup of healing potion, it should logically have the effect of speeding up healing. Why hasn't the symptoms of aphasia improved in the past four hours?

Is my calculation wrong, too much negative energy output, causing permanent damage to the vocal cords?

Joan wanted to panic more and more, until he heard the ringing downstairs again, he barely calmed down. Sitting at the desk, he hurriedly wrote a note, briefly explaining why he was temporarily unable to speak and took the note down the stairs.

Joan walked to the table and handed the note to Mrs. Anderson.

Mrs. Anderson narrowed her presbyopia and looked at Joan with embarrassment: "I don't know much literacy, what does it mean?"

Qiao An was shocked!

Thousands of calculations, but I did not expect that the landlord's wife is illiterate, this is embarrassing!

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